Tony Stark:

Tony watched his child in awe as (he/she) simply just watched a movie. He turned on the Lion King for you, it made his little genius intrigued.
He looked at his phone; 12:35
It was almost nap-time for Y/N.
Tony walked closer to his baby and picked them up with ease, Y/N whined and tried to wiggle out of his strong arms.

"None of that, Y/N. It's nap time for you, kiddo."
He picked up a pacifier from the couch and popped it in the babies mouth, there was a small pout on (his/her) face. There was one thing for sure, you definitely had your dad's stubbornness.

He walked Y/N in (his/her) nursery, getting closer and closer to Y/N's crib. Before he could even let Y/N out of his arms (she/he) started to cry. (His/Her) tiny fists struggling to hold on to Tony's T-Shirt.

"Sssh, sssh.. you're okay, baby. No need for the water works." Y/N quickly calmed down when (she/he) felt the gentle brush of (his/her) father's thumb wipe the tears away.
"See? You're okay," he cooed, kissing the babies forehead, "Now no more fussing, it's time for your nap-"
Before Tony could even get Y/N out of his arms (she/he) began crying again. Wailing loudly from the lack of touch. Tony quickly pulled his baby back into his arms and began to bounce (her/him).
Just like last time, you quickly calmed down.
Tony couldn't help but laugh in realization, (she/he) was tired. But all (she/he) wanted was some cuddles!

"Aww, poor kid. You just want some loving, huh?"
He chuckled, looking down at his content little one.
(His/Her) eyes were slowly coming to a close.
The soothing sound of his heart beat was all you needed to be happy. And of course, Y/N fell asleep in Tony's arms and got the well deserved cuddles (she/he) wanted.

Steve Rogers

"Alright my little soldier,"
Steve sat you down on the floor and moved back a couple of inches. "We're gonna try crawling to papa, okay? You think you could do that?"
Y/N simply blew a raspberry and giggle to (herself/himself.) Paying no attention to (his/her) father once so ever.
He sighed, you had just turned two a couple months ago and everybody keeps nagging him on how you should be crawling by now. He's never been concerned by your lack of crawling though, why would he? He didn't mind holding his baby everywhere.
But all it took was a month's worth of remarks from his friends and coworkers to convince him to start trying to get you to crawl.

Steve got on all fours and began crawling himself, "See? Like this." He crawled to Y/N and sat next to the laughing baby. Steve gently picked Y/N up and placed (her/him) in front of his lap.
"Cmon Y/N, I know you can do it." He readjusted you so that you were on all fours, he went to move your little hand but you whined from frustration.
You didn't want to do this! You liked it when your dad was doing the crawling..

Steve frowned and picked you up into his lap again. Before he could talk to Y/N, he noticed that (he/she) shuffled so that (he/she) was leaning into his stomach, his frown instantly turned into a smile.
He picked Y/N up from (her/his) armpits and held (him/her) close to his chest,
"Hey, there's always tomorrow, right?"

Natasha Romanoff

Natasha has been on a mission for 2 weeks. She was terrified of leaving her baby behind for the first time, but Clint had conceived her that Y/N was in good hands!
Yikes.
As of right now, Clint was feeding Y/N some mushed up bananas with a bottle of watered down juice. Y/N was enjoying it for the first 3 scoops but it didn't take long for (him/her) to get tired of it.
"Just one more scoop, Y/N."
Clint tried to bargain, there was some remnants of the mushed banana on his shirt. All Y/N did was whine in response, on multiple occasions (she/he) was close to pushing the bowl off of the high chair tray.
"Alright, that's enough for now."
Clint put the bowl to the side, taking the tray off of the high chair, then talking you out of the chair to hold (him/her) in his arms.

"Sir Barton, Lady Natasha is in the elevator. She is on her way."

"Thank god.."
Clint mumbled under his breath. It's been a long two weeks for Clint and Y/N. For the first week Y/N wanted nothing to do with him at all. But the second week is when Y/N started to warm up to Clint. There was a lot of crying and nights without sleep, but Clint couldn't get enough of the little gremlin.

"You heard that, Y/N? Mama's here!"

"Ma!!"
You babbled happily, your little body bouncing up and down in Clint's arms. Clint laughed, "Calm down, kid! We don't want you getting sick again."

*Ding*

The elevator doors swung open to reveal a very tired looking Natasha. Her hair was in a messy bun, she was wearing a simple coat with some jeans.
Clint chuckled, "Rough two weeks, huh?"

Natasha smiled slightly, "No, just a bunch of child's play. They over estimated what we were dealing with and made it two times harder then what it had to be. But you know Steve, always itching to do the right thing."
She set her bags down and walked to Clint, "How was my baby?"

"Maaaaa!!"
You gurgled, holding out your small arms out for your mother. Natasha instantly pulled you out of Clint's arms and held you in her own, placing tons of kisses all over your face.

"(She/He) was giving me hell when you first left, but we warmed to each other. Right kiddo?"
He held out his fist for a fist bump, your little fist returned to gesture while giggling.

Natasha chuckled, "This is what you've been teaching my baby (girl/boy) while I was gone?"
She held Y/N close in her arms, "Guess Uncle Clint was the right for the job after all, huh babe?"
Y/N gurgled some gibberish, as (his/her) little way of saying 'yes!'
Y/N placed (her/his) head in the crook of Natasha's neck, making Clint and Natasha smile.

You loved your Uncle Clint, but Natasha would always be your favorite.

Bucky Barnes

Bucky was an old fashioned type of guy. He didn't really use his phone much, he still used VHS tapes, and he still used record players instead of just playing music on his phone.
It just gave him a sense of nostalgia, and it brought him back to a time before the war. And of course.. before he got turned into Hydra's killing machine.

But there were good things about the present he was in now, too. He never would have thought he would be able to be the father of a beautiful baby (girl/boy).
You were the light in his life he's been needing for a long time. After Y/N came along he's been noticeably happier!

Bucky was on the floor with his baby in his lap, looking through the 100's of records he's managed to collect of the course of 2 years.
"I'm sure it's here somewhere.."
He mumbled, tossing some of the unwanted records aside or giving them to Y/N.
Y/N was content with chewing on the corners with (his/her) non existent teeth. So technically, Y/N wasn't really ruining the records, just getting drool onto them.

"Here it is." He muttered to himself, he held it up and smiled at the memories this record brought.
"We'll meet again" by Vera Lynn.
One of Bucky's old favorites. He just now started to notice that Y/N was slightly denting the corners of the records he gave to (him/her).
He gently took it away with his metal hand,
"Don't chew on that, babe. There's a whole bunch of dust on it.. it's been a long time since these been touched."
A small pout came from the babies bottom lip, Bucky couldn't help but kiss Y/N's cheek.
"Don't pout, sugar. We're gonna do something fun soon."

He pulled out the disc from the record and blew the remnants of dust away. He then carefully placed the disc on the record player, taking the stylus carefully and placing it on the spinning disc.
The sound of a woman's beautiful singing suddenly filled the small apartment.

"Let's say goodbye with a smile, dear
Just for a while dear we must part."

Bucky chuckled, Y/N looked like (he/she) was dancing. (She/He) was trying to bounce up and down on the floor, poor Y/N was having a hard time doing so. Bucky gently picked up Y/N,
"Would you like to dance with your old man, Y/N?"
Y/N babbled happily in response.
Bucky took it as a happy 'yes' and gently held his babies small hand.
He swayed his hips side to side and sang along to the music,

"We'll meet again
Don't know where,
Don't know when,
But I know we'll meet again some sunny day~"

Bruce Banner

Y/N was playing happily on (his/her) play-mat, making (her/his) toys bounce around.
Every so often Y/N would turn (his/her) attention to what (his/her) dad was doing. He looked like he was playing with cool liquids.. liquids you didn't recognize. All Y/N knew was that they were very colorful and pretty.
Y/N dropped (her/his) toys and crawled over to where Bruce was, once reaching him, (she/he) lunged (her/his) arms out toward him and babbled out broken words.

"Oh my gosh, Y/N.. you can't be around here right now."
He sighed, picking Y/N up. "I don't want any of the chemicals falling on you. Be a good (boy/girl)for me and stay with your toys, okay? I will be done before you know it."

Y/N whined and tried to babble words to Bruce of how you didn't want to go back, but he didn't seem to understand you. All he did was shush Y/N and coo things at (her/him) while placing (her/him) down.
But.. (he/she) didn't want to be alone. Y/N was tired of it! (She/He) craved the attention (he's/she's) been lacking for awhile now. Before Bruce knew it there were tears rolling down his child's face and audible cries coming from Y/N.
"Oh , Y/N.. it's gonna be okay. Please don't cry."
Bruce picked Y/N up again, placing (him/her) on his hip for balance. Bruce could feel Y/N's tiny grip on his jacket, it made him chuckle a bit. "There, there. You don't have to go on the mat if you don't want to. You can sit on my lap while I work."
Hearing that was basically music to Y/N's ears, but Bruce wasn't finished. "But.. you have to be really, really still. Because Dada still has to work. Okay, baby? Do you think you can do that for me?"

Through sniffles and small coughs, Y/N managed to nod.

"Good, (boy/girl.)"
He kissed Y/N's nose and made his way back to his bench. He sat down on his chair, holding the baby in his lap between his legs.
He decided that he didn't need to work with chemicals anymore, so he just started to write down calculations for something else to be working on. Just to be safer!

Bruce noticed that Y/N started to shuffle around, whining as (he/she) did so.
Bruce gently pushed Y/N back so that (he/she) could rest on his stomach. Y/N was still trying to get comfortable in the cramped space (she/he) was in.

Bruce sighed and rested his paper down, he picked you up and held you close to his chest.
"How about dada stops work for now? You and me should get something to eat."
He chuckled, Y/N made happy babbles as a response.
Bruce stands up and starts walking to the kitchen.

He grabbed your baby puffs from the counter and a banana for himself.
Before he could even finish the banana you two ended up falling asleep on the couch.

Thor Odinson

While Thor went to Midguard for a while, he ended up leaving you with your Uncle Loki!
In all honesty, he didn't know what to do with you. Ever since Thor left you've been crying non stop.
Loki tried to feed you, he tried changing you, he tried using his magic to entertain you, but nothing was working.

So out of desperation, he just decided to leave you be. He grabbed a book and just started to read by himself.
Y/N was still crying, but it died down by a lot compared to how you were before.
Loki noticed this and rolled his eyes, "Done with crying, are we?"
He muttered, closing his book. He walked over to Y/N and lifted (her/him) up.

"Daaa.."
is all the baby could babble. Y/N was exhausted from (his/her) own cries.
"Is that all you want? You want your father?"

Y/N didn't respond. (He/She) just looked at (her/his) uncle with sad eyes. Loki was starting to feel bad for Y/N. (She/He) never really acted like this when he had to watch (her/him.) So Loki figured that it was just a bad day for the poor baby.

"Well.. do not fret, young one. He'll be back soon."
He cooed, ruffling the small amount of hair on the babies head. "How about we go for a walk, hm? Perhaps in the garden?"
Y/N didn't verbally reply, but instead just looked at Loki with (her/his) big doe eyes.

"Yes, let us do that."
He answered for you.

It didn't take long to get to the garden from the palace, it was big, but he knew his way around.
The sun was about to set. There was a beautiful mix of warm colors in the sky, Y/N was making happy babbles, content with the beautiful colors.
Loki smiled, "Okay, we can't look at it for too long. Don't want to hurt your sensitive eyes."

A small whine escaped Y/N's mouth, Loki just laughed and continued to walk around the garden with you in his arms. He rambled stories to Y/N about battles Thor and him have fought together, occasionally showing you all the different plants and flowers in the garden as well.

After awhile, he brought you back inside just in time for Thor's arrival.

"Y/N darling!"
He chanted, quickly making his way to take Y/N in his arms. "Were you good for Loki? I'm sure you were!" He cooed, you babbling some broken words back at him.

"(He/She) was just fine. I showed them around the garden for awhile just before you came, (she/he) seemed to enjoy it."

"Is that so? I'll have to bring you there more often!"
Y/N nuzzled (her/his) face into Thor's long beard, it felt like a fluffy pillow.

"Oh yes, (she/he) must be tired from all the crying she was doing. Well, I'll leave you two to it."
Loki walked away, leaving you two alone.

"My poor heir, what were the reason to your cries?"
He asked, knowing he wouldn't get a response back. He just watched Y/N start to snooze off on his beard, (his/her) eyes drooping down.

Thor kissed Y/N's head before walking away to his room, "I suppose I'll have to ask him later.."

Loki

Loki and Y/N were resting in a rocking chair, both being soothed by the motion of the chair going in a consistent back and forth motion. Loki had been trying to get you down for a nap and he was finally about to succeed. That was until he noticed that Y/N started to squirm, like (he/she) was trying to get away from his grasp.
"What's the matter, my love?"

Y/N made small angry babbles, Loki was trying his best to understand, but to no avail. He decided to just let you do your own thing and set you on the floor, inwardly groaning to himself. Y/N started crawling to where (his/her) crib was and with (her/his) small hand grabbed the stuffed animal resting on the bars of the crib. (She/he) crawled back to Loki holding (his/her) arms up, signaling she wanted to be held.
Loki chuckled and picked you up,
"How could I forget your stuffed animal? Shame on me." He teased, starting to rock the chair back and forth again.

It didn't take long for Y/N to fall asleep on Loki's chest. He made a sigh of relief and held Y/N in his arms, walking over to the crib he placed Y/N in there, then placing a kiss on the babies cheek.

"Goodnight, baby. Sweet dreams."

Sam Wilson

Today was the day Bucky and Steve got to meet Y/N! Sam had been hesitant to let them because Y/N was very clingy when it came to meeting new people. He had no clue why, but even when someone attempted to hold Y/N (he/she) would never let go of Sam. If someone even laid a finger on Y/N, the poor baby would start crying right away. Maybe things would be different though. Sam had FaceTimed with Y/N on the phone a couple of times, maybe (she/he) would recognize their faces?

All four of you guys were sitting on the couch, Y/N on Sam's lap. Steve and Bucky couldn't help but eye Y/N, the anticipation of being able to hold (her/him) eating at them by the second.

Sam smiled, "Ya'll might have to give (her/him) a minute, (she/he) needs time to warm up to you."
He informed.

"Well its not like (she/he) hasn't seen our faces before."
Bucky remarked, getting a small nudge from Steve.

"(She'll/He'll) be ready when (she's/he's) ready. Give the kid some time."

"No, no, by all means Buck. Come and try."
Sam teased, holding out Y/N in his arms. Y/N wasn't really paying attention, (she/he) being content with a teether (she/he) was given by Sam earlier.

Bucky shrugged, standing up from the couch and holding out his arms to hold Y/N. Sam put Y/N in Bucky's arms.. and surprisingly, things seemed to be going well. Y/N wasn't crying, fussy, or squirming for that matter.
Bucky stuck his middle finger up at Sam with a wide grin on his face, "See? (She's/He's) fine!"

It wasn't until Y/N's teether fell out of (her/his) mouth is when hell started to break loose. Y/N looked to where Sam was sitting, then looked at who was holding (her/him). It was only a few seconds before Y/N started to break down in tears, urgently trying to get out of Bucky's arms.

Bucky defeatedly gave Y/N back to Sam, Y/N instantly started to cling (his/her) little arms into Sam's shirt, sobbing into it.

"I told you, you gotta give her time." Sam winked, rubbing circles on his (daughters/sons) back.

Wanda Maximoff

There was nothing Wanda loved more than her baby, Y/N. (She/He) was the light in her life that she never thought she'd be able to see. Y/N was that piece of hope she was able to grasp, and now her life seemed clear, promising..there was nothing to be afraid of anymore.
Ever since her brother died, there has been a void in her heart. But with you in her life.. it was slowly filling up again. Vision has been a great help too. When she's busy he's always there to take care of Y/N, or even when both of them are having a bad day, he's there to lend a helping hand.
It was like.. you all were a family.

As of right now, Wanda was outside with Y/N, taking a small walk around the Avengers Tower. She really didn't know where else to go since the defeat of Hydra, there's been a fear that they might come back and take her. So for now, she's been laying it low.

The both of you sat down under a large tree so you weren't bothered by the heavy rays of the sun. She looked down at Y/N contently, "The weather is amazing at this time of day.. is it not?" She asked, cupping her hand in Y/N's cheek gently. "I hope to one day take you to a park, but not so soon. Decides, you may be too young anyway."

A small whine of disapproval came from Y/N, almost like a whine of complaint. Wanda simply shushed (him/her), "Now, now.. it will happen one day. Don't get so sad, darling."
A huff escaped the baby's lips. (She/he) wiggled around in Wanda's arms and laid (his/her) head against Wanda's stomach.

Wanda rested her hand on top of Y/N's head with a smile, "Rest your eyes, baby. I'll watch over you."

Clint Barton

Y/N was stuck with training with (his/her) Dad again. Nobody on the team was able to watch you today. Clint wasn't really mad at this, however. Today was there one off day they'd probably have in awhile, why would they volunteer for babysitting?

Anyway, he knew that he'd have to take down his training for a bit since he had to keep an eye on you at the same time. So he just decided to do a workout for his legs. Y/N was on the training mat right next to him, watching (his/her) dad curiously as he did weird work outs for his legs. Y/N occasionally cheered him on by doing small claps, which fed Clint's ego a little too much. So much he decided to do 50 squats without stopping.

Right now he was on thirty, but he was quickly starting to slow down. Y/N was laughing at the weird expressions he was making with his face. (She/he) crawled over to his feet and playfully started to tap on them, causing him to come to a hard stop.

He laughed and picked you up, "What you doing kiddo? You stopped my streak!"
He cooed at you, Y/N mischievously stuck out (his/her) tongue with a giggle.

"Oh well, there's always next time right? Lets go get some dinner.. I'm thinking pizza."

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AND THAT CONCLUDES THE FIRST PART OF THIS BOOK <3

What did you think? I know it's different from my usual writing, but I wanted to try something new for y'all!

Regardless, I hope you all enjoy! Please let me know any concepts you'd want to see next from this book !

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Stay sweet my loves 🫶🏽